Sometimes I wonder how my mom handles everything that's thrown at her. Cause I'm all the way over here only dealing with the emotions and I am ready to loose it. Of course I always just want to fix everything that there's nothing I can do from across the country.
Anyway, #1, Connor broke his arm a few weeks ago. He fell playing volleyball. Well at his checkup the other day they decided he needed surgery. It's still not apparent how intensive the surgery will be, but he's going in tomorrow.
Then there's Rocky, who has been really sick for awhile. Had major surgery for a bowel obstruction and almost died. But made it through and came home the other night. He seemed to be doing just fine. But yesterday he couldn't stand up and then had a seizure. So he's back at the hospital and they don't know what's wrong with him. He's on oxygen and not hardly able to move his front paws. Blood clot and brain tumor are the top ideas right now.
And of course when I got a call from Mom at 1:30 in the morning the first person I called after was John. But he's in Australia and his phone doesn't work. Plus I need to get to a point where I don't rely on him for stuff like this.
Just sad and worried right now, though hopefully everything will be ok.
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